Cold Turkey - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah!

Chitown!

I was raised in a barn, but I still hate the pigs

Bars go on top of heads, but I still hate the wigs

Y'all catching the smoke, but you still hate the cigs

I’m playing your crush, you said she ain't in my league?

I'm Plummer and you’re Spacey- get you out of the picture

I feel like a convent, I'm just getting these sisters

You claim you're still kicking but it's buckets instead

I won't sell out even with the price on my head

I am on fire, I told you that my life is hell

But swear my crew will cover my back like a turtle shell

Me and my niggas always stick together

After all, you can't spell niggas without the Gs together

Producing heat like Michael Mann

You say you live for the music but then you'll die from mine

I deserve the first five spots of every Top 5

Fuck Thanos, nigga, my snap will bring life

I'm the yellow tape, they make sure they do not cross me

I’m sinning against the Jihadist, I love getting stoned, shit

You’re now listening to Chitown's finest!

They say I’m the greatest, and my music should be selling

I'm not here to sell records, nigga, but to break 'em

I'm the first of a rising breed

And if you niggas fly, you’re gon love this shit

You might defeat me for real but I'm not stopping as well

I'm like a knight on a chessboard, I'll move with the L

You' OK? In reverse, I'll KO you

And get your king back in the caves like that LeBron dude

Hot star but still the closest to the people; I'm the sun

I was created to cause harm when I spit; I'm the gun

Bars smarter than every academic you trust

I'm trynna outclass everybody that stayed in class

Yo, you're now listening to Chitown's finest!